Her best friends mom

Angel was 21. She lived in a small provincial town. It was fairly quiet and little happened of interest, apart from the occasional visits she and her teenage friends made to the big city. They went to rock n roll gigs and raved about obscure punk bands to each other, when they got back home. Well, there was another thing that interested Angel in that small provincial town.

It was Kim’s mom.

Kim’s mom Diana was a beautiful, cool, and sexy, brunette, aged forty. She looked about thirty, Angel thought, always feeling warm in her cunt whenever Kim’s mom was in her presence. She loved the way Diana smiled, her perfect white teeth so even and sexy revealing little flashes of pink gums above them that Angle wanted to run her randy tongue over. Diana had pointy breasts that she knew would just fill her small hands, and, she imagined, huge nipples that would pop up immediately under her touch.

‘Your mom is just so cool,’ Angel told Kim one day in a coffee place they used to hang at.

‘They were fucking last night, it was gross!’ Kim said; a look on her face as if she had just digested a worm.